Nutbush City Limits ('90s Dance Version)

A church house, gin house A schoolhouse, outhouse On highway number nineteen The people keep the city clean They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush Said they call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city Twenty-five was the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go to the store on Friday You go to church on Sunday They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city You go to the fields on weekdays And have a picnic on Labor Day You go to town on Saturday And go to the church ev′ry Sunday They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits Hey, Nutbush city No whiskey for sale You get drunk, no bail Salt pork and molasses Is all you get in jail They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush Said they call it Nutbush city Nutbush city limits It's a little old town in Tennessee It′s a quiet, little old Community A one-horse town You got to watch What you're puttin' down Oh, Nutbush city They call it Nutbush city limits I said Nutbush city Oh, Nutbush city limits They call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city limits